“I . . . I think we need to discuss the future. You can’t stay here indefinitely and . . .” “What day is it? I’ve lost track,” he interrupts. “Umm . . . it’s Wednesday now.” “I’ve been here since Friday. Five days total.” He lifts his head and counts using his fingers. It’s oddly endearing. “Yes.” “I’m free for two more days.” What the fuck is he talking about? “Austin. I don’t think you understand. I’m talking about letting you go . . . now.”
